I’m listening to Simon & Garfunkel’s song “America”. Though I despise tobacco smoking with an unholy passion, I still think the saddest line in the world is “Toss me a cigarette; I think there’s one in my raincoat…./We smoked the last one an hour ago.”
I mean, they’re already disillusioned about the American dream, they’ve lost their innocence — and they don’t even have SMOKES. I mean dang. That’s gotta be the nadir of your life. And then the A minor chord on it… You can’t really go wrong with A minor.
It makes me think of how I’ll be off to discover America, too. Where Captain Awesome lives, there’s nothing but plains and Regular Americans. There used to be Native Americans, but now it’s Real Americans. Who knew. I’ll be taking the train across the prairie, looking at new sights and seeing new people and never really fitting in — just the way I like it.
Captain Awesome just texted me and said she’s number 27 on her region’s deploying list. Who knows what that means. But it reminds me that even when we live together, there’ll be no guarantee that we can actually live together.